That was the lesson of the day for my girls today. I got pulled over, and issued a warning, by a very attractive local cop in my area. I was speeding. I didn’t realize I was going 15 over; I figured 5 at best. This did not go unnoticed by the lovely police officer. “I saw you slow from 50 to 45 when you saw me, and I realized you had no idea the limit is actually 35. I figured I should tell you.” Why thank you, Officer. I appreciate that. He was so super nice, he talked to my girls, and my perfect record allowed me to escape what would be, for all intents and purposes, reckless op. I am pleasantly surprised by all of the law enforcement folk I have been in contact with for various reasons; they’re good people. I respect them a whole lot. I would say the giant belly under my tight t-shirt probably helped, but no. I doubt it. Folks don’t feel bad for the
That’s right, kind readers, even though it has been a while since I have been here, I am still pregnant. 39 weeks today. Holy schaboly, right?! I can’t be pregnant after tomorrow because I have never been pregnant that long, and I’d like to think Finola would like to see me comfortable and snuggling her rather than wretchedly uncomfortable, waddling, and wishing she would just COME THE F OUT ALREADY. She has made me so uncomfortable. Nausea. Heartburn. Cramps. Contractions. And let’s not even talk about the discomfort in the “bathing suit” area. I went to the hospital last week with, for all I could tell, was my water breaking and the big show starting. Hahaha…silly me. I had a fiercely raging bladder infection, which feels oddly like labor. So, I just finished a strong course of antibiotics, and I am fine. Except, you know, still pregnant. Hopefully soon she will decide to come out and join the breathing world.
We have decided we are done with babies after this. Four kids requires lots of changes, lots of new things (house, cars… you know, inexpensive life items), and frankly, my body can’t do this again. Or my mentality. Lord knows I have lost a lot of my shit this pregnancy. NO more. I want to enjoy the three I will have. Adoption can be on the table if we need it to be waaaaay down the line, as babies are born into unwanted circumstances all the time, but no more from this body. Pass. We are going to take action to make this a permanent decision so that in two years I can’t be all, “but a baaaaaaybeeeee…..” No. That’s just silliness. No more silliness from me. Every baby I have seems to set me back professionally about five years, and we all know I can’t have that now. I must do all the things, raise the three girls I will have, and touch the world in my own small way. Plus? I really don’t want a boy. I can say that with confidence. I know girls. I got this. Girls. That’s what I do.
OH yeah! We also changed the baby’s name. With the realization that this was it, I wanted to find a way to honor both of our mothers as well as our dads with her middle name. Actually, I say SHE (Finola) decided this, because this issue had been weighing on my heart for 24 straight hours without letting up. I couldn’t rest; it was YELLING IN MY EAR… we have to change her name. We have to find a way to do this. And she won’t come out until we do. Well, my husband’s mom’s name is Mary. My mom’s middle name is Marie. So, natch, I was thinking of adding Marie to Leigh. But that looked chunky. Marie-Leigh. Leigh-Marie. Ugh. No thanks, chunky name. So, I was talking this out with a friend of mine, and it came to me: Marleigh. Like a ton of bricks, it hit me, and as I typed it to my friend, I knew I had it. So, I went to The Internets to make sure I didn’t just make up a name, and NO! Huzzah! It’s a real name!! So, I talked about it with my husband, who was oddly easily behind the idea, and BOOM! Marleigh. Finola Marleigh. Done and done. I love it. LOVE it. LOVE it. He reminded me that I liked the name Marley before, which I had forgotten, but it’s such a cool and unique name, without sounding ridiculous. And it honors both of our sets of parents, and we’re once again going down in the “Best Naming Parents Ever” record books. Now all she needs to be is born so we can make it official. And? I did find out that I can have a water birth, and THAT makes me so excited, I could pee (not much doesn’t make me pee, to be honest, at this point). I have always wanted to have that experience, as I am so totally more at home near water and all that… so we will see, but wow. If I can do it? I’m going to be over the moon. Oh water birth… Yes!! Oh crunchy mom moment taking over, and I hope it will work out the way I would like it to. I will do all I can to make it a reality, but I also know how wonderful epidurals can be, so nothing is off the table at this point.
My husband is still at the Hell Job. We are waiting (sort of at this point… I am over it) for the other company to call so our lives can be normal. Whatever that means after not being at work there for over seven (!!!) months. Sigh. Patience, I have none anymore for this nonsense. We are thinking he will be able to be at the birth, so yay. That’s always the goal. And then? He can be shipped off wherever. Go. Work. Earn. That’s kind of the mantra. I figure he might as well work as much as he can and earn as much as he can, since I am not getting paid this summer with not working, and I have no desire to know how tight one income can be. I know it can be tight; I also know we can do anything we need to do to survive and thrive that we need to. I have proven that, time and again.
Anything else? Nope. I will let y’all know when the uterus has been evacuated. Fingers crossed it’s in the next 48 hours or so…. I’d love to be able to breathe. And sleep. And move. I didn’t get “over it” until last week, and now I am way over it. Come out, Finola Marleigh. We are all waiting…. and we don’t wait well around here. 🙂